Love of Jesus

12/05/2025

"I NEED TO DO SOMETHING! I can't just ignore them!" — Ethan thought, looking at the homeless people curled up on the benches.
Each morning on his commute to work, Ethan passed that same park and witnessed the same scene.
He was a single dad of 3, employed as a night janitor to keep food on the table. He had almost nothing for his own children… yet he could not turn away from the trembling forms he saw daily. He remembered all too well the sensation of being cold, hungry, and invisible.
So one morning, after selling an old toolbox for a bit of cash, he bought a few inexpensive blankets and some food. He folded everything neatly, set it on a bench, and laid a handwritten note on top:
"These blankets are not lost!
If you are cold, without shelter, or need comfort, please take one. You matter."
He left no name and did not linger: he walked straight to work.
He repeated that gesture every week.
A month went by.
Meanwhile, life pressed down on Ethan. His landlord had taped an eviction notice to his door — he was behind on rent again. In another week, he and his children would have no place to live.
Ethan kept up a brave front for his kids, but even he was beginning to lose hope.
Then one evening, while cleaning up after dinner, there was a knock at the door.
He opened it and found a stranger in a gray suit on his porch.
"Sir?" the man said. "I'm an attorney. I have something important to discuss with you."
He held up a small stack of photographs.
"Is it you in these pictures?" he asked.⬇️

12/03/2025

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12/03/2025

In 1977, nurse saved badly burned baby. 38 years later, she sees her old photo on Facebook and freezes
When Amanda Scarpinati was 3 months old, she rolled off the sofa and fall onto a steam vaporizer. The outcome was a scolded and burned skin. As she grew up, she had to undergo several reconstructive surgeries.
She was taken to the Albany Medical Center where she was taken care of by Sue Berger, a special nurse. Berger took the bandaged girl into her arms and gave her some comfort while she was experiencing pain. That was back in 1977.
After Scarpinati’s discharge, all she was left with were the photos she had taken with Berger while in her arms. Scarpinati was determined to find the carrying nurse and thank her for her unconditional compassion.
While growing up, bullies took advantage of her burn and tormented her. That is why the sincere gesture of the caring woman mattered a lot to her. Scarpinati went ahead and posted a note about it on Facebook. It did not take long before the nurse was identified.
In the clip below, we see Scarpinati and Berger reunite at the place where they had first met and it is a special moment to watch. You can’t miss watching to see how the two express their feeling towards each other👉 You’ll love this—read and see the pics here:

12/01/2025

Spotted this sticking out from my ceiling — what is it? 👀 …See more 👇

11/30/2025

I had my identical sons when I was only seventeen. While other girls my age were busy planning prom nights and preparing for the SATs, I was more focused on changing diapers and concealing my morning sickness from teachers.
The father of my children, Evan—my high‑school boyfriend and the star of the basketball team—told me he loved me.
When I discovered I was pregnant, fear gripped me, but I still told him. He replied instantly, “We’ll sort this out, darling. I love you. We’re a family. I’ll be there. Always.”
The very next morning, he vanished. No text, no call, no explanation.
I raised Noah and Liam on my own. It was tough. For years I juggled motherhood with education, then employment, and then whatever jobs I could find to cover rent, bills, and formula.
Still, we survived.
When both boys earned spots in a dual‑enrollment college‑prep program at sixteen, I felt every hard year had finally mattered.
Then Tuesday came.
After work, I came home to find both boys on the couch, tense and pale.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
Liam snapped back, “Mom… we CAN’T see you anymore.”
A wave of dread washed over me.
“What do you mean?” I pressed.
Noah turned away.
“We MET OUR DAD TODAY. He found us. He told us THE TRUTH.”
My heart pounded.
“What truth? He abandoned—”
“He said YOU kept us from him,” Liam cut in sharply. “That YOU pushed him out.”
I stood frozen.
Noah whispered, “He’s the Director of our program. He figured out who we were.”
Everything seemed to tilt around me.
Liam continued, “He said unless you go to his office and AGREE TO HIS TERMS, he’ll have us expelled. He can ensure we never get into ANY college.”
I could barely breathe.
“What… what terms?” I asked.
Noah’s voice shook with revulsion.

11/29/2025

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11/27/2025

If You Ever See A Bag Filled With Water Nailed Above A Neighbors Front Door, Here’s What It Means…All details in first comment..👇

11/27/2025

This picture ended my marriage. My husband wants a divorce because... Check the comments👇

11/24/2025

Julia Roberts has posted a special picture of her twins who are now 19.🤗😻Julia usually keeps her kids private. So it was a pleasant surprise for people to have a chance to look at the star's heirs.🙂They inherited their mom's beauty. Go down in the comments to see the photos💬👇👇

11/24/2025

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11/24/2025

I was hauling an elderly couple’s flat tire on the highway when, a week later, my mom blurted out over the phone, “STUART! Why didn’t you say anything? TURN ON THE TV—NOW!”
I’m a single dad raising my seven‑year‑old, Emma. Her mother left when she was three, so it’s just the two of us. Holidays feel a bit strange with only two people, but my parents always manage to make Thanksgiving warm, loud, and overflowing with love.
That day, Emma and I were on the road to their house. The first flakes of the season drifted down, coating the highway like sugar dust. Emma, in the backseat, bounced her boots and sang Christmas carols a mile too early.
Then I saw them.
An older couple stood on the shoulder beside a battered sedan. The tire was a flat as a pancake. The man, in thin gloves, crouched beside it, looking overwhelmed. The woman wrapped her coat tighter, her gray hair whipping in the wind.
They weren’t just cold; they were exhausted, the kind of weariness that digs deeper than weather.
I pulled over without hesitation.
“Keep your seatbelt on, sweetheart,” I said to Emma.
They began apologizing before I even reached them.
“Oh goodness, we’re so sorry,” the woman whispered. “We’ve been here for almost an hour… we didn’t want to ruin anyone’s holiday.”
I shook my head. “You’re not ruining anything. Let’s get you moving.”
Despite my hands numbing from the chill, I raised the jack, pulled the spare out, and had it on in fifteen minutes.
When I tightened the last bolt, the old man rose slowly, gripped my hand as if he couldn’t let go.
“Thank you,” he said, eyes bright. “You didn’t have to stop. You and your little girl… thank you.”
I smiled, wished them safe travels, and returned to my car. Emma flashed a proud thumbs‑up from her seat, as if I’d just won an award.
We reached my parents’ house, ate too much turkey, laughed, cleaned up, and life rolled on.
I didn’t think of that couple again.
Then, a week later, while packing Emma’s lunch, the phone rang.
Mom.
I put her on spea